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RECREATION. 



hung my deer we saw a big buck about 200 

 yards away. Bert fired, but shot too high, 

 and the buck never moved; another quick 

 shot, which fell short, and our buck left 

 for parts unknown. 



The following week I went out several 

 times, seeing fresh tracks, but no deer. I 

 determined to quit hunting for the season, 



but one morning a neighbor, Frank C , 



came with a buggy to take me hunting. I 

 did not like to disappoint him, so I 

 went with him. It was after sunrise 

 when we drove into the mouth of the 

 canyon where we intended to hunt. Agree- 

 ing to meet at a certain place, we un- 

 hitched the horse and started, Frank tak- 

 ing one side of the canyon and I the other. 

 I soon saw tracks and followed them until 

 I found they were taking me high on the 

 ridge and away from the place where we 

 were to meet, so I struck around through 

 the timber on the side of the ridge. I final- 

 ly got near the place where we were to 

 meet, but the point was so steep I could 

 not get down. After spending some time 

 looking across the canyon, in the hope of 

 seeing Frank, I decided to go back to 

 where I had left the tracks. 



As I was going slowly along, a spike 

 buck jumped up in a patch of sage brush. 

 I could just see his head and the top of 

 his back. I fired quickly and overshot 



him. He jumped over the top of 'the brush, 

 but as he did so I fired again and knew I 

 hit him that time. 



He ran into a small ravine full of brush, 

 which led into a large brush patch. I stood 

 a few minutes, thinking he or another 

 deer might start over the top of the ridge, 

 but as none appeared I went into the brush 

 where I had seen the deer disappear. Not 

 finding him I waited some time on the hill- 

 side and finally saw my buck going out at 

 the lower end. Pop ! pop ! pop ! and he 

 stopped. 



When I cut his throat hardly a drop of 

 blood flowed, but when I dressed him I 

 found him full of blood inside. My sec- 

 ond bullet had entered back of the ribs, 

 ranged forward, broken 2 ribs on the other 

 side and passed out. Of the other 3 shots, 

 2 had taken effect ; one on each side of the 

 back bone on the top of the rump. I packed 

 him down to the buggy and waited for 

 Frank, who soon came along. 



He had seen a deer but it was nearly 

 700 yards away, and by the time he got 

 around there the animal had gone. 



There were a few more days of open 

 season left, but as I had killed the limit 

 I did not go out again. I have the big 

 buck listed for next year, but I want to try 

 him with something that has more shock- 

 ing power than a 32-20; a Savage will do. 



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